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Shirley

5. Hollow's Cottage
Moore's good spirits were still with him when he rose next morning. He and Joe
Scott had both spent the night in the mill, availing themselves of certain sleeping
accommodations producible from recesses in the front and back counting-
houses. The master, always an early riser, was up somewhat sooner even than
usual. He awoke his man by singing a French song as he made his toilet
'Ye're not custen dahm, then, maister?' cried Joe.
'Not a stiver, mon garçon - which means, my lad: get up, and we'll take a turn
through the mill before the hands come in, and I'll explain my future plans. We'll
have the machinery yet, Joseph. You never heard of Bruce, perhaps?'
'And th' arrand (spider)? Yes, but I hev. I've read th' history o' Scotland, and
happen knaw as mich on't as ye; and I understand ye to mean to say ye'll
persevere.'
'I do.'
'Is there mony o' your mak' i' your country?' inquired Joe, as he folded up his
temporary bed, and put it away.
'In my country! Which is my country?'
'Why, France isn't it?'
'Not it, indeed! The circumstance of the French having seized Antwerp, where I
was born, does not make me a Frenchman.'
'Holland, then?'
'I am not a Dutchman. Now you are confounding Antwerp with Amsterdam.'
'Flanders?'
'I scorn the insinuation Joe! I a Flemish! Have I a Flemish face! Have I a Flemish
face - the clumsy nose standing out, the mean forehead falling back, the pale
blue eyes "è fleur de tête"? Am I all body and no legs, like a Flamand? But you
don't know what they are like, those Netherlanders. Joe, I'm an Anversois. My
mother was an Anversoise, though she came of French lineage, which is the
reason I speak French.'
'But your father war Yorkshire, which maks ye a bit Yorkshire too; and onybody
may see ye're akin to us, ye're so keen o' making brass, and getting forrards.'
'Joe, you're an impudent dog; but I've always been accustomed to a boorish sort
of insolence from my youth up. The "classe ouvrière"; that is, the working people
in Belgium bear themselves brutally towards their employers; and by brutally,
Joe, I mean brutalement - which, perhaps, when properly translated, should be
roughly.'
'We allus speak our minds i' this country; and them young parsons and grand folk
fro' London is shocked at wer "incivility;" and we like weel enough to gi'e 'em
summat to be shocked at, 'cause it's sport to us to watch 'em turn up the whites
o' their een, and spreed out their bits o' hands, like as they're flayed wi' bogards,
and then to hear 'em say, nipping off their words short like, "Dear! dear! Whet
seveges! How very corse!"'
'You are savages, Joe. You don't suppose you're civilised, do you?'
 
 
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